Archives for: September 2004, 15

Today I tried a taste of a treat with tapioca flour in it. It must be low on the mythical hierarchy of avoids, I told myself, 'tis true that secretors tolerate it, and the other ingredients are fine. I've tempted fate too many times before, I should have taught myself better by now. (Timidly adding that it was the tenth time this month that I've had this very tapioca-laden treat, with tepid results in my tender tummy each time).

Ah, the world is truly black and white when you're a non-secretor, and now the tapioca is tap-dancing on my tender tummy, and my tummy is telling me to put a stop to these cheating tendencies.